Chapter 1170 - 1170 734 When I Dont Exist
Chapter 1170 - 1170 734 When I Dont Exist
?Chapter 1170: Chapter 734: When I Don’t Exist Chapter 1170: Chapter 734: When I Don’t Exist Kelerite was caught in a profound dilemma of choice, and the very premise of choice is that there are options to choose from. Now, he had options, because the Demon Lord before him was merely his disguise—his true identity being the impostor Devil King of Purgatory. Abandoning all, he still was a fake among the gods, not needing to engage in a head-on battle with the enemy.
Plus, he harbored a worrying thought: were these enemies minions of the Little Demon King, deliberately luring him out to expose himself?
But after pondering for a while, he dismissed the notion as improbable; the Little Demon King was under the Abyssal Big Mouth’s command, and the Undead should be servants of the Undead Ruler—both factions were sworn enemies, hardly likely to collaborate to trap him.
Weighing his options, Kelerite still couldn’t resign himself to just fleeing and muttered, “Just one lash, just a single strike. If it doesn’t kill him, I’ll run. The speed at the tip of the Whip of Instant Goddess is as fast as lightning; I refuse to believe a pile of dead bones could withstand it.”
Having made up his mind, Kelerite gripped the fully charged whip in his hand and hoisted it with force.
With a fizzing sound, tiny red lightning bolts dissipated, and the entire length of the whip, as if supported, no longer drooped to the ground but floated up slowly, the hundreds of meters long whip undulating like an elongated serpent.
Kelerite had stumbled upon enough materials for this whip by sheer fortune and then had the powerful Ancient God—Wanderer Drosa—craft it for him, costing him fifty thousand years of Divine Power in the process.
The materials were root fibers from the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, entwined with the fluff of Hole Bugs; the fluff of Hole Bugs possessed a property that disregarded space, and the roots of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms could penetrate space. Remarkably tough, they could withstand the immense tearing that came with such ‘disregard.’ With one lash, the tip’s velocity could reach the speed of lightning.
When an object possesses the speed of lightning (not that Lightning), it inherently wields terrifying destructive power.
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